I hear the train a comin'

it's rolling round the bend

and I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when,

I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on

but that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Anton..

When I was just a baby my mama told me. Son,

always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns.

But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die

now every time I hear that whistle I hang my head and

cry..



I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car

they're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars.

Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free

but those people keep a movin'

and that's what tortures me...



Well if they'd free me from this prison,

if that railroad train was mine

I bet I'd move just a little further down the line

far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay

and I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.....